The family reunion happened within a year or 2 of our moving to that little town… (Some timelines are not 100% clear on the year)…

All of us kids at Don and Freda’s… and I mean all of us… Including my older half brother…

A year or two before our move to that little town, my older brother, who I hadn’t seen since Big Springs, Texas 1967 when I was beat to death and he almost joined me, had been sent to live with his dad… 1967 till 2002… We hadn’t seen each other or had any contact…

Now why is that???

Freda for decades told stories about my brother Larry, all those stories were made up and straight out lies, but Larry did something at 11 that Freda never got over and she proceeded to brainwash the 5 year old involved that she should be embarassed, really a 5 year old knows embarassment??? As for me, I got strangled to death on that event and it wasn’t Freda doing the strangling… That would have been around 8 years old… Near death 1…

When Larry came to see me in Seattle, we talked and I confided in him… I had no memory of him and what I did know, had all come from Freda and I knew Freda never told the truth… She was Trump, but in female form…

Well Larry decided to confide in Freda and what was that confidence???

I told him I didn’t think I was Don’s kid and Freda went on to rant and rave during the family get together that all her kids, but one was from the same guy, my dad, Don… Well that wasn’t true…

Dad is A+, Mom is O+ and my sister is AB-… Not possible for Don to be her dad… The child made while Don was on Vietnam… (But Freda knew this and because of this, well Larry lost what he never got back, our relationship)…

Oh I am O+… All my siblings are A+… 25% chance a kid will have the mother’s blood type…

We didn’t have contact after that unless he came to that little town to visit his mother…

He did send me a letter after our move to Hawaii and I don’t know if I shredded it or threw it away, but it was several pages of ranting about his god and how I should believe and pretty much a mental health melt down…

Come to find out, he cut his dad and family off and he cut Freda off at that same time and when I didn’t respond to his letter, he figured what ever he thought and decided that dying by cancer, by refusing treatment should be his way out of his misery… (no critical thinking or self awareness, just brainwashed to believe in a god that never was… I died twice… Gods are mans way of controlling the weak)…

Larry died the summer we moved here, during the first weeks of August… His mother, our mother would pass away the following January… (Christians are really mentally unstable)…

When my brother violated my trust, that triggered my brain and it wasn’t long after that, Don would pass away and the real family drama would show it’s ugly greedy christian self…

When Don died, I took nothing from the estate, because nothing was left… When Freda died, the family denied me what I paid for… Not only with my body but in cash towards that house they all lived in, including my boys for a year… I paid well for that…

At first when the judge closed the case I was pissed… He let them get away with elder abuse and he violated my rights, then all of a sudden the agnst from that dropped away and I could look in the mirror and know…

The Bagwell estate is posion and nothing good will come from any of it… Nothing…

Because of that, I told Homer, we really got to work on redoing our Estate… It’s not great, but it’s enough to change the lives of those it will impact, if they have any brains and between you and me… That’s not ever going to happen… But never say never…

The reason for the write…

If Larry hadn’t betrayed my trust, he might still be here now, because I would have fought to keep him here… Instead, his love for Freda or his allegiance or his mental health, he couldn’t betray her and yet in the end, by cutting her off, he did anyway…

I play back 2017 when Freda cut me off, because I turned the elder abuse into the state and from that point on the rest cut me off, and why??? Because there was a $100,000 they thought they were entitled too…

From what I have heard, little disasters are impacting all those involved with touching that money… Money I always told Homer, wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for me…

Well enough with the brain drama… No PTSD nightmares, no nothing, other than boom and shake and roll last night as the storm hit at bedtime… A little sleep deprived…

I am really struggling with this book thing and thinking of doing short stories instead, no clue… I have no knowledge or experience in any of this and I remember zero from school… Anyway…

Have a wonderful day, we are still in summer mode in the gulf…

I remember…

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